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Jack and The Doctor were under the TARDIS deck for a while, the clanking of tools and scientific discussion impossible to decipher what they were saying.

Paul sat on the TARDIS console with a roll of paper that Ted could only assume was something to smoke. It seemed like he was looking for a light when he noticed Ted watching him.

"Want a light?" He snickered, offering the smoke to him. Ted's eyes widened just slightly and he shook his head no. Paul shrugged with a suit-yourself look, popping the end in his mouth and leaning over to David, who lit him up.

Ted shifted away from the chemical mix, not feeling like getting high. He wanted to be more like Neo: professional and trustworthy.

Instead, he turned to Bill, who was still worked up over Jack kissing him. He scrubbed at his cheek with his palms as though his flesh would come off if he didn't. Ted chuckled a little and guided his hand away from his face.

"Dude, it's okay," Ted laughed.

"Not to me, dude! I don't even know that guy!" Bill cried frantically.

"We've done worse. Remember freshman year?"

"Bring that up again and I swear I'll slap you, dude," Bill said seriously. Then they both cracked up.

"Although that wasn't as bad as the Missy incident!" Ted reminded him.

"Hey, to be fair, she wasn't married to my dad at that time!" Bill countered.

The incidents they were referring to were at a party they went to as freshmen. The first ended up as a dare, where Bill and Ted were handcuffed together and thrown in a closet. The incident was embarrassing, especially since they couldn't get the door open.

They spent 2 hours of the party stuck in a dark closet, and like any high schoolers would, they had rumors spread for weeks.

The second incident was as soon as they got out of the closet, which Missy was kind enough to do for them. Ted got a little too excited about his freedom that he ran out, forgetting his attachment to his best friend, resulting in Bill being pushed into Missy('s chest), knocking them all into the snack table.

She was kind enough to forgive them both, as it was an accident, and luckily the boys could laugh about it now.

Bill looked over at Ted and sighed.
"I really miss seeing you in school, Ted," he whispered sadly.

"I hate Oats," Ted muttered to his shoes. He could be honest now. "I really hate it there. Late nights, really early mornings... heinously tight schedules, its always cold... and you're not there with me."
He added that last sentence under his breath even though he knew Bill could hear him. Bill smirked. But it was a sad smirk.

Ted leaned over to Bill and put his head on his friend's shoulder and shut his eyes.

"Dude?" Bill acknowledged, quirking an eyebrow just a little.

"I'm tired, Bill,"

And Bill knew exactly what he meant. He wasn't physically exhausted. He was tired of things being really complicated all the time. He was tired. Just tired.

Oats had changed him. He wasn't as hyper and fun anymore. He was more cautious, quick to question things instead of diving in head first like he usually did.

Much to his surprise, Bill didn't shrug him off his shoulder and instead put his arm around him.

"Me too, Ted. I'm tired, dude. We both appear to be lacking the proper motivation," Bill responded, looking down at his jeans and playing with the rip on his knee.

"So Bill, my friend, what was it that you saw during our test?" Ted finally spoke, picking his head up. Bill took that as a sign to remove his hand from Ted's shoulder.

"I saw the TARDIS explode when I most heinously couldn't get the door open for you, Marko, and Neo," Bill said.

Then Bill suddenly remembered that he was going to say something right before he died. He drew in a sharp breath of remembrance, then quickly snapped his mouth shut.

"What is it?"

"...nothing, uh, dude, what did you see?"

Ted cast a side-glance at Paul, still smoking. The smell bugged him a little.

"I died," Ted mumbled blandly.

Bill pulled a concerned face.
"What?" He paused, fishing for the right words. "How?"

Ted stopped short with an awkward breath, as though he was about to give a long winded explanation but decided against it.

"I don't remember, dude. I wouldn't want to remember such a non-triumphant experience anyway," Ted lied.

Bill shook his head, picking up on his lie.

"What happened?"

Ted looked away, "You killed me, dude."

Bill's eyes opened in shock and he hit Ted on the shoulder.

"What? No!"

Ted thought about rephrasing it to say that Marko was the one to kill him, but he decided not to.

He nodded grimly but then changed the subject because he was uncomfortable.
"It wasn't real, dude, so no worries.... Hey, I think the Winter Dance is coming up at San Dimas High. Ask any beautiful babes to go yet?"

Bill shook his head no, almost too embarrassed to take his gaze from his feet.
"Nah, dude. I can't get the confidence. Sammie Oakfield is pretty bodacious, but I think she'll turn me down."

"Lyrics, dude! Here, practice on me. Then it'll be much easier to know what to say when you're face to face with her!"

Bill tried his hardest to picture his best friend with long sandy hair like Sammie Oakfield, but despite his attempts, all he could imagine was Ted with a voluptuous chest. Definitely Non-triumphant.

He cleared his throat to stop laughing.
Ted put on a falsely high pitched voice.
"Hello William," Ted said, twirling his imaginary hair.

"Dude, you can't do that!" Bill cried, taking a deep breath to quit laughing.
"Okay, here goes..." he took both of Ted's hands and looked into his eyes. He licked his lips and spoke,

"O, beautiful Sammie Oakfield
Of the most triumphant San Dimas High
Will you please go to Winter Ball with me?
We will have a most excellent time."

For a second, just a split second, Ted forgot that Bill was talking to 'Sammie.' His throat got tight before the realization sunk in again, and that was the only reason he didn't pull his hands away.

"Oh yes, William, I will, you are a most triumphant dude!" Ted said in that high pitched voice again.

Bill was cracking up. When he calmed down, he realized he was at a loss for words.
"Uhh, okay what do I say now?"

"Maybe you should give her a flower next, dude. Girls dig that. Or kiss her or something."
There was another split second where he thought Bill was going to kiss him, or at least pretend to. But he didn't; he just grinned.

"Yeah, dude! Good idea! You gonna ask anyone at Oats?"

"Oats doesn't do dances. It's just dudes that go there. And while Jim is a nice dude, I don't think I'd want him to come with me to a dance."

Bill stifled a chuckle at the thought of Jim in a suit and Ted in a dress. Then the other way around. He imagined then both showing up at San Dimas High like that. They'd certainly have a good laugh.

For a second, both boys had a moment. They caught each other's eyes for what felt like the first time this whole trip.

It was a candid moment, something so innocent in the shadow of possible impending doom. Surrounded by vampires and hunters, flying through time with the universe hanging in the balance, but here they were. Laughing. Him and Bill. Just how it should be.

They looked at each other for a bit too long. Finally the tension became too much and Bill coughed and looked away.

"I don't know, dude. Winter Ball at San Dimas won't be the same without you," Bill shrugged.

Ted considered his options.
"Well, hopefully The Doctor can fix it so I don't go to Oats. Then we can go to the dance together."

The word left his mouth before he had a chance to monitor it, and he frantically floundered around to clear up that he didn't mean together-together, just together as friends, unless he didn't want to or it didn't matter or if he didn't care because they'd both have dates... or if he did want to date and he didn't know why he would because that would be weird right...?

...But as if on cue, The Doctor came up from under the TARDIS covered in soot and saved Ted from having to explain that he wasn't implying that he and Bill should date.

"Something went boom! so I took that as a sign that something happened!" The Doctor exclaimed, giving his little audience a thumbs-up. He quickly scurried over to Paul to berate him for smoking and put out his cigarette.

Bill and Ted immediately pulled away from each other as if they were on fire, putting a good 6 feet of space between them.

But nobody noticed. The Doctor had Paul under control, and suddenly there was a hammer in his hand and he began pounding on the console.

"Jack! Throw the switch!" He cried.

"Got it, boss!" Jack yelled from below. A switch was flipped and Bill and Ted gathered around.

The Doctor crossed his fingers and pulled something on the console. With a satisfying whoosh, the TARDIS took off. The Doctor threw his hands in the air with excitement.

They all felt the TARDIS land smoothly. The Doctor let out a shout of excitement.
"Jack! Get up here, it worked! I didn't think--!"

The doors to the time machine flew open, and suddenly everyone touching the console was thrown out and into some grass. The TARDIS had ejected them.

Luckily for the vampires, it was night time, but Dwayne still landed in a less than graceful heap outside.

Edgar fell into a little tuck-and-roll number, crashing into Dwayne, then quickly shoving away from the vampire like he received a chemical burn on contact.

Ted was tossed out and landed on his face, spitting out the grass as he tried to scramble out of the way. Bill was thrown right on top of him and they clunked heads with a pained 'ugh.'

The Doctor flew through the air, arms flailing before he flopped onto his face like a clumsy fish. He picked himself up and dusted off, the others running at their own speeds to the TARDIS doors to check on those ejected from their spots.

"Piece. Of. Junk!" The Doctor began shouting, kicking the grass and stumbling over his long legs as he ran back at the TARDIS in frustration.
"It's a simple paradox! Can't you just accept that and move on?!"

The Doctor inhaled as though to continue, but in that one moment of silence, a voice spoke from across the lawn where they were deposited.

"Great Scott!" somebody wheezed, clutching the door of a large silver car in disbelief, "It's bigger on the inside!"